I bury my face between her legs and suckle her clit. She keens with pleasure, bucking beneath me. I lap and suck lazily, stroking and suckling, while she moans and does what I tell her. I know she’s at the edge of climax when she tenses.
“Ask me,” I instruct.
“Please, sir. Please.”
I give her one lazy stroke of my tongue. “Beg.”
“Please. Oh, God, Cy. I’m dying here. Please, sir. Let me come. Please let me come.”
The strong woman who holds her own is reduced to begging and pleading, and it makes me so fucking hard I feel like a goddamn king.
“Good girl. That’s my very good girl.”
I return to her pussy but don’t give her permission to come yet. Releasing one of her ass cheeks, I take my fingers and plunge them in her core, flexing and pumping while I suck her clit.
“Sir. Oh, God, sir, please sir. Please…” her voice pitches off into a whine.
I nod my head. “Good girl. Come, baby.”
I pump and suck and work her pussy until she tenses, throws her head back and screams while she comes on my mouth.
Fucking.
Gorgeous.
I don’t stop until she’s panting and falls back to the bed. I want in her so bad my balls ache.
“On your knees,” I order with a swift slap to her thigh. “Now.”
She scrambles beneath me and I can feel her fall to her chest and do what I say.
“I want your ass,” I tell her. “Next time, I’m taking your ass.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, still trembling when I line up my cock at her pussy, gliding the head through her slickness, and dragging it to her asshole. “Not tonight,” I tell her. “But I will fuck every hole in this sweet body of yours until you’re fully owned by me.”
“Mmm,” she says, letting me know she’s as turned on as I am. Maybe I don’t need to take it easy on her. She’s fucking perfect.
I slide my cock in her center and groan with relief. She’s so tight and wet, I effortlessly glide in and out, pumping hard into her while I hold her hips. She braces beneath me, able to withstand the savage thrusts. I reach for her hair and wrap it around my fingers, giving it such a hard tug, she gasps, but she doesn’t quake or tell me to stop. She knows I need to own her, and she doesn’t try to stop me.
I thrust in and out, a perfect rhythm ratcheting up my own need, until I can’t hold back anymore. Yanking her head back by the hair, I bend down and kiss her neck as I thrust one final time into her and fly into euphoria. Fuck, this is good, so fucking good. My heart pounds as I spill into her, spasms of bliss wracking my body with a powerful, earth-shattering orgasm, the best I’ve ever had, and our lovemaking has been fucking epic.
“So fucking beautiful,” I groan, pumping harder and harder, and she withstands every stroke of my cock, every tug of her hair. “Fucking perfect.”
I lay my face on her bare back holding her to me. Feeling her pulse. Savoring every second of this.
I love you.
I’m not a sentimental man. I’ve never felt this way about a woman. But with Harper, I do.
But I don’t say it. Not yet. I don’t want to scare her.
But I will show her. I love this woman. No matter what happens, I won’t let her forget that.FourteenHarperI’m snuggled up on his chest. Boneless. Still riding the high, I can’t deny how I feel toward him.
We’ve been with each other removed from all civilization and the complications of polite society. There’s a stark, beautiful honesty about our relationship I didn’t know could exist between two people. It makes me wonder. Is this what people experienced on the frontier? Did pioneers have this desolate sort of longing for one another? Two people who otherwise might never have even given each other the time of day… falling in love?
You’re just sex drunk, I admonish myself.
But I remember what it was like when I thought about losing him.
You just don’t want to be alone.
Maybe I am affected by the sex. But honestly? Every time we come together like that, every time we unite our bodies and minds and pleasure into one, we grow a little closer.
It can’t be helped.
But if I were transported back home right this very minute, miraculously rescued from this island, and back to where I was even a month ago… would I still remember him? Would I want to do normal things with him? Have a cup of coffee… get dinner… go to a play or movie.
Would I be able to bear an alpha male like him? I’ve been alone so long I’ve come to like it. I like being in control of everything in my life, from my income, to my surroundings, to when I go to the gym, and when I visit my brother.